“I didn’t know if you took sugar.” “I don’t.” “Let me guess. You’re sweet enough?” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “No, Lang. I’m not… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“I think I’m gonna have to catch her when she collapses against me, face pressed into my chest, but I don’t. She’s just tired and leaning on me. I fold my arms around her and hold her up anyway, because that’s what I’m here for. Always. Being there for her to lean on will be my primary job from now… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“She’s telling me not to freak out. Oh, holy fuck I must look like a complete psycho right now if Lacey is trying to… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“You think I'm right out of a horror film, don't you?" "Well this is hardly a fairy tale, is it?" "It could be. If… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“A deviant spark flares in his eyes, daring me to deny him. I don’t. I can’t. He slides his fingers forward, groaning, pushing them… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“Zeth’s chest is heaving, too. And he’s wearing that wicked smirk again. Holy fuck, I don’t care if he’s dangerous. I don’t care if… — callie hart Copy Share Image
“He was wealthy third generation Irish landowner arrogant. And where the hell did he even get a motorcycle out here?” — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“Hot damn. I kind of hate him, but his larger-than-life presence, his magnetism, the way he looks at me like he’s already inside me…he… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“Firstly,” he said, holding up his index finger. “I wanted to thank you. I know…I know I’m not an easy person to be around, Ophelia, and I also know that I wasn’t very…” He seemed to grope for the remainder of his sentence. It took him a while before he continued. “I wasn’t very pleasant at your interview.” “No, you… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“In the end, the decision had been obvious, though sad. And so here I was, on another plane. Wheels up. Thirty thousand feet. Another… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“Michael’s beyond hot. With that beautiful, warm skin tone of his and those shockingly bright blue eyes,” — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“This is what true pleasure feels like. It’s not just the softness of a kiss. It’s not just the delicate touch of hands on breasts and tongues on skin. It’s the bite of pain, the threat of danger, the risk taken in dancing with the devil. I come hard against Zeth’s mouth. He leans into it, growling and sucking and… — Callie Hart Copy Share
